"I won't hurt you poppet, I'm here to help" his voice was soft like a mother's. Taking a step closer I could see his face. Startling blue eyes, messy blonde hair. He looked sinscere yet my brain was still panicking. "....matt" I mumbled, I wanted Matt. "Matt.." the man repeated my mumbled seeming quite taken back. "love, we are going to have to leave" he threated holding his hand towards me. Curling up more I ignored him. Hearing a slight sigh his voice rung out again "Would you like a cuppycake they always cheer me up" lifting my head slightly the man was kneeled down beside me holding out a brightly coloured cupcake. Staring at it a few moments passed. Unwinding one of hand I took the sweet. Bringing it up to my mouth I was about to take a feeble bite. A weak scent stung at my noise. It was the cupcake. Placing it down I lost all appetite. What if they wake up... At the thought my cowering ceased. Shaking slightly I struggled to get to my feet. The man held out his hand if I needed support yet I didn't except his help. Slowly I stepped from the dark room to find the other room was also now pitch black. The only thing that lead me out was a small crack of light from were I assumed the front door was, my feet became caught in things as I shuffled along. Uneasily the man's presence followed behind me. Reaching out for the door gently I pulled it open. Retracting my pupils squinted at the light. Turning I wanted to see were I'd escaped from. Catching a glimpse of the scene it was soon blocked by the colour of pastel pink. A crippled hand, crimson. Shaking my head I looked up at the man. Soft features, a curling smile and his eyes seemed to shimmer all the more in the light yet even though the innocent of his appearance tried to deceive me, my gut wouldn't let me. He'd gotten past 8 others to get to me. All looking stronger then he was. "What's wrong poppet?" He questioned truning my head to him I sighed "my name is (F/N)" feeling reason enough to give him my name for sake he saved me and not being to ceen of the poppet. Walking off he followed "Nice to meet you, I'm Oliver" he held out his hand to shake as we walked grinning. Giving it a light shake. Searching for a sign to were my room was Oliver still followed behind. Coming to the door I remember I didn't have the key. Optimistically I tried the handle. Luckily it opened to my surprise. Stepping inside my breath was taken away as my eyes were buried in a familiar plaid. Exhaustion sweeped over me. Finally I was safe. His arms surrounded me "Are you ok? Were did you go?" tightly rapping my arms round him I didn't even try to reply. "Mattie it's been awhile" glimpsing at the colourful man at the door, I almost forgot he was there. My brain was so scattered I could bearly keep up. "Oliver... What did you do?" Matt seemed to hold me all the tighter as his voice became a low growl. "Nothing that you're thinking... Actually I saved (F/N) from some Ruthvens" Oliver sounded proud. to be fair I'm greatful if he hadn't shown. Dreding the thought I spoke "Thank you" my voice was small yet Oliver still seemed to hear his grin growing all the wider. "Really it was nothing poppet" he smiled bashfully. "We'll talk later" closing the door in Oliver's face Matt locked it. "ok mattie, bye (F/N)" he called through the door.

Signing in relief all I wanted to do was forget, sleep and forget. Getting pulled from the warmth. Worried violet eyes stared at me. Lifting his hand to my head he reached his hand up and I flinched back in pain. His eyes sparked with anger. Lifting my head slightly he looked around for brusies, thta I knew were there. His face became more and more twisted in anger. Grabbing my hand he lead me to the bathroom. "Were is your med kit?" he asked "by my bed" holding at my head I sat on the toilet's lid. Maybe comcusion was causing this foggy feeling. Looking up I let out a small noise at my reflection. My eye was surrounded by a sickly blue and my cheeks were red. Though the most horrid thing was a swollen lump that was starting to form. Gently running fingers along it, I couldn't help but cringe in pain. Comcusion definitely.

Matt walked back in kneeling down he undid the med kit. Looking around it he searched aimlessly. Picking up some cloth he disappeared again. I'm not state to moved I stayed put. Coming back he held the tighed up cloth in hand. Gently holding my head in his hand he slowly lowered the icy cloth onto my head. Cringing the pain soon creased and was replaced with a numbness.

Leaning my head on his stomach I was exhausted. Just by being near him I could tell he was curious to know what happened yet something was holding him back from asking. My chest burnt and my stomach curned as I thought of what could have happened. "Don't cry" he stroked at my hair. He didn't seem to know how to deal with my tears. Everything seemed to move so slowly now. My tears kept flowing I couldn't get the imaged of the men out of my head. Hours seems to slowly uneasily tick by as I cried.

After my eyes were sore and tears dry I couldn't help but let out a small yawn. "tired eh?" he qouestioned nodding I whipped at my raw eyes. "hold" he let go the make shift ice pack that was half melted leaving me to hold it. Stepping to the side of me he slip his hand under my legs and one round my back. In one swift movement he picked me up. To tired I didn't even try to protest. Sleep and forgetting was all that lingered on my mind.

Softly he laid me down on my bed, curling up in comfort instantly. Sleep had captured me "Goodnight (F/N) I'm sorry" the sweet voice faded. As the heavy breaths of slumber filled my lungs.

(Early for a change. Normally I'm late yet somehow his happened. I guess miracles do exist ;). I've even been really busy this week to so. Anyways going back to school Thursday meaning it will take me a while to get back into the swing of things. Swear to Oliver this the last sad thing to happen for a while so better get ready for some sweetness :D hope you enjoyed)